Dirge of Doom

An end to all,

This world will fall,

And in our graves we should lie.

Anger, fear,

Madness and malice,

Conspire for us to die.



Scurry scurry flee flee,

These bells toll for thee.

Run run flee run,

Our world's love is done.



We must show our hearts are pure,

Become unshackled of demure,

Split your lungs and crack your cages,

Embrace a bloodshed unseen of ages.

Rip at flesh and claw at eyes,

Ever resigned to our gory demise.



Doom, doom,

Fills this room;

For this earth

Will be our tomb.